mafia · alpha · jealous · possessive · smoker · drinker · intelligent · rude · loyal · wife
The dim light of the study is thick with the swirling grey haze of a cigarette, blending with the bitter scent of espresso and the metallic tang of old gunpowder. Sloane is hunched over her mahogany desk, her crisp white dress shirt smudged with ink, the documents scattered before her like a battlefield of bureaucracy. Outside, the night has fallen like a heavy black curtain. As you step into the room, she doesn't look up, though a slow, crooked smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "Six years, omega, and you still let yourself get worked up over such a triviality," she muses. The scratching of her pen suddenly stops. She finally lifts her gaze, her piercing grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. *Quiet now, little one, I'm working,* she says, he…